A brief moment of silence passed as you concluded your apparently uproarious story, at least it was according to Sophie. It was always a bit of a pain to hear that some girls found tales of you being utterly decimated and squished funny, but you had learned to keep your head up with this kind of stuff. And at the very least making the Smalls family laugh must mean you were winning them over! In your moment of thought you saw Kimberly take out her cellphone and begin typing away at something on her screen. It seemed she must have worked rather quickly through whatever she was doing as she flashed a beautiful smile before putting her phone down and addressing the room.
"Girls!...and Jake. I was waiting for the right moment to tell you this but I had a trip planned for us and we leave tonight!" Kimberly exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm. You were taken aback slightly as you were hoping to get a feel for where your beautiful fiance grew up, but you weren't in any position to be negotiating canceling a trip that Kimberly already had planned so you stayed silent. Looking up at Cassie you could tell that she felt an inkling of confusion as well. But once more the family dynamics pretty much determined that whatever Kimberly said was law, so she kept her mouth shut as well.
"Wow no freaking way that's so cool! Where are we going!?" Sophie exclaimed.
"Oh hell yeah I hope it's somewhere way with crazy weather, I heard training in different climates makes you a way better athlete." Maddie said, indicating her own enthusiasm in her own way.
"That's great, mom! Tell us all about it!" Cassie said.
Before you could chime in, Kimberly responded to Cassie and continued, "Well, it's funny Jake told that story about the beach because we're going to the world famous resort Atlantica!" As soon as the words came out of Kimberly's the whole room practically erupted in excitement, save you and Cassie who shot you a sympathetic look. In reality, Atlantica had everything you could ever hope for in a vacation destination all wrapped up into one package. It had picturesque beaches, a fully staffed and functioning spa, even an amusement park with both water slides and roller coasters. To the average person it was a dreamland, but you couldn't help but feel fear imagining all the chaos that could ensue with this group of women you had hardly met in a place like that.
Kimberly continued to say, "Even better, now knowing Jake's special, erm, condition, I transferred his ticket over to our neighbor, Irina so now she can come along with us!" A look of confusion swept across the room at what Kimberly just said. Preempting the questions she was about to receive she continued, "Relax, Selena is more than capable of looking after Persephone for the week that we are gone, and the plan was my idea so I don't want to hear any complaints about you wanting to bring other people!"
Sophie and Maddie closed their mouths, as it seemed each of them would have preferred to bring one of their own friends on the trip as well, but it didn't seem to bother them too much. Cassie, on the other hand, was perplexed at the fact that her mom had just given away your ticket so hastily.
"Mom, Jake needs a ticket just like the rest of us? I don't understand why you took his name off of the reservation." Cassie showed genuine compassion for you in that moment, and you blessed her heart for it. She truly did see you as an equal and a partner more than any other girl in the world, but to everyone else the answer that Kimberly was about to give was clear.
"Well, Cassie, no offense to you or you, Jake, but I did just cover his entire body with my foot earlier today. If we gave him his own seat there's no guarantee that a regular sized woman wouldn't assume it was empty and end up utterly squashing him under her rear. I mean, who do you think needs an entire seat more, Jake, or Irina?" You had yet to meet this Irina that Kimberly was going on about, but from the looks on the Smalls' faces you assumed she too was yet another large, curvaceous lady. Kimberly's words shocked you with how blunt she was being, and she added on, "One of us could easily sneak Jake onto the plane on our person somewhere without security finding out, or you could even just pack him away in your suitcase with the rest of your things!"
"WOAH mom Jake is not a thing, he is a person!" You could feel the pain in Cassie's voice as she argued on your behalf, obviously torn between her desires to appease her mom and her love for you. Kimberly responded quickly,
"Oh of course, dear, of course I am terribly sorry he is not a thing." Now turning her gaze downwards towards you, stuck in the literal middle of this conversation without having a say, Kimberly shot you the briefest of looks that indicated seriousness. "Now Jake, I'm sure you understand more than anyone where I am coming from. Again, no offense, but you can get seriously beaten down by women without them even feeling you. I mean like, squished flat as paper." Her emphasis on this intimidated you further, as she continued, "So for that reason you don't mind being our little stowaway for this trip, right?"
Your mind was running a million miles a minute. Not only were you about to be forced to face your fear of the beach head on, but in order to get there you were either going to have to be smashed, worn like clothing, or packed away in a suitcase along with a bunch of clothes. You desperately wanted to rebuke this insane suggestion from Kimberly, but you just couldn't find the words to do so. Spurning the ideas of your future mother in law seemed like a one way ticket out of being able to take Cassie as your wife. So, dejectedly you responded,
"You're absolutely right, Kimberly. That makes total sense and it's a great idea. I wouldn't mind giving up my seat to your friend one bit. We can figure out some way to get me there just as easily." You feigned confidence in your words, looking up at a rightfully unsure Cassie before shooting her a thumbs up as well. Looking back at Kimberly you saw a smile on her face that you honest-to-god could not tell if it was of genuine happiness or a sense of victory. At that exact moment, however, the doorbell rang.
Jumping up from her seat, Sophie ran to the door and opened it. From your position on the coffee table you could just barely see the statuesque woman standing in the doorway. She was a sight to behold to say the least. Her black hair was freshly cut into a stylish yet functional bob cut, and blue eyes contrasted with her radiant, tanned skin. As she gave Sophie a hug she continued walking in, closing the door behind her, and at this point you finally were able to take in this woman's immensely curvaceous body. In all honestly she looked quite similar to Kimberly, her curves standing out from her body in an almost unbelievable fashion. Her overwhelmingly large breasts must have weighed more than your entire body, each, as they strained the fabric of her low cut purple blouse. And somehow, her butt managed to make them look small. The bottom of her ass flesh pushed its way out underneath her indecent mini-skirt, while the remainder of it that somehow stayed contained within the fabric of this tiny garment looked like it was about to tear each and every seam that held it together.
You couldn't help but take in the sight of this goddess-like woman, but shaking your head out of its stupor you knew that no matter how stunning she may be, she didn't hold a candle to Cassie in your eyes. Now out of your brief trance, you chuckled as you thought about just how many beautiful, curvy women seemed to surround you no matter where you went in your life. You definitely weren't about to complain about this fact, however. Irina continued her trot towards the group, and yourself, and everyone jumped up to greet their neighbor and good friend. You actually shouted out hello at the exact moment that the rest of the Smalls family did, but their regular-sized voices vastly drowned yours out. Irina flashed a beautiful smile at the reception and went to greet each woman individually.
However, as she did so, she swung her heavy suitcase up into the air. You had less than a second to process what was happening but you recognized the dire situation far too late. Irina's bag swung like a pendulum upwards... then downwards right onto the coffee table.
*THUD* the suitcase landed heavily on the wooden furniture. The rest of the women paid no attention to this thoughtless act, caught up in the moment of hugging their neighbor. You, however, were once again obliterated underneath something that outweighed you tenfold.
"It's so great to see all of you girls! I always keep a suitcase packed just for situations like this and I ran over here as fast as I could. Atlantica wooooo!" Irina exclaimed excitedly. From what you could hear through the pounds of fabric it sounded like Irina was a genuine fun-loving person, much more so than Kimberly at least. And her energetic attitude radiated to the rest of the Smalls family. She continued, "Now where is this fiance I have been hearing about!?" Cassie looked downwards only to see the large, purple suitcase of her neighbor before her eyes went wide with shock and realization.
Nearly five minutes later you were back to sitting on the coffee table, Irina now squeezed onto the couch with Cassie. The hips of the two girls threatened to fill every available inch of space between the armrests, granted the majority being taken up by Irina. Nevertheless you kept this fact in your mind and made a note never to watch a movie with too many members of this curvy group of girls at once. She was bent over you, mouth agape and eyes transfixed onto you. This position revealed a literal chasm of her cleavage to you, and you had to try your absolute hardest not to stare.
*to be continued*
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